Page 35 of Vincenzo
“First of all, it wasn’t my plan, and secondly, we’re cut from the same cloth, Vincenzo. You’re going to sit there and tell me you’ve never kidnapped a person in your life? You’re a fucking hypocrite.”
He clenches his teeth, and I mentally pat myself on the back for striking a nerve. “Of course it was your plan!” he yells, ignoring everything else that came out of my mouth. “I heard it on the camera. Carlos said you’re the one who came up with it.”
“How much of that conversation did you actually hear?”
He narrows his gaze on me and shifts his jaw. “Enough.”
“Clearly not, because if you had continued watching, you would know that I ended up reaming Carlos out for suggesting something I had already told him we weren’t going to do.”
“Excuse me?” he says, astonishment ringing through his voice as he raises a brow so high it practically hits his perfect hairline.
“That plan was not my idea. I never wanted to kidnap anyone, and Istilldon’t. That’s why I’ve been trying to figure out another way to get my uncle what he wants.”
“Good luck with that,” he scoffs out, and it has me grinding my teeth.
“Wait a second,” I say, finally understanding why he’s been a fucking asshole to me. “This is why you’ve been an absolute dick to me. That day in the alleyway when you cornered and threatened me like a crazed man—that’s because you thought I was going to take your family.”
“I’m still not convinced you weren’t,” he grinds out.
“Oh, come off it already. Pull up the footage and watch theentirething, because I have nothing to hide. You might think I’m the world’s biggest piece of shit, but it looks like due to a fucking miscommunication onyourpart, you’re the world’s biggest piece of shit.”
Vincenzo closes the space between us so quickly it’s almost as if he teleported. His hand is in my hair, tugging it back so my head is angled to meet his gaze. “You’re lying,” he growls out.
“I’m not,” I laugh out. “You’ve painted this inaccurate portrait of me, to what? Help you not feel this attraction to me?Clearly, it hasn’t fucking helped since you were finishing on my chest just the other night.”
His heated gaze gets darker, and he lets out a growl as he pushes me back onto his bed. He hovers over me with my arms pinned above my head, and the crazed look in his eyes has me laughing.
“Wow,” I say. “How does it feel knowing you have me all wrong?”
“Idon’thave you all wrong. Regardless of your stupid kidnapping plan, you’re still a sex trafficker. The lowest of the low,” he spits out.
“And that’s where you’re wrong again,” I snap, hating that he thinks he can use that against me. “Yes, I’ve had to turn a blind eye and keep out of the things my uncle does, but I never—and would never—engage with something like that.”
He looks between my eyes as if he’s trying to figure out if I’m telling him the truth.
“I know that doesn’t make me much better than him, but if you think I’m out here stuffing innocent people in shipping containers, you’ve got it all wrong. It’s a part of the business that Ihate, and it’s hopefully a part that won’t be with us much longer.”
“What does that mean?” he asks, furrowing his thick brows.
I shake my head. “Nevermind what it means.”
He shifts my wrists into one of his hands and wraps his other around my neck and squeezes. “What. Does. That. Mean?” he repeats, enunciating each word.
I roll my eyes, knowing this isn’t a battle worth fighting. “Let’s just say, I’m not the only one who disagrees with how my uncle runs certain aspects of the business.”
Vincenzo continues to pierce me with his gaze, looking back and forth between my eyes as if he’s seeing me for the first time, and just when I think he’s going to release me and pull away, hemutters, “Fuck this,” then drops his mouth to mine, searing me with a kiss that is unlike any other I’ve had before.
I should fight him off after the way he’s treated me, but his soft, yet desperate lips move against mine in a way that would have me buckling at my knees if I wasn’t already lying on this bed.
“Fucking hell, Amalia. You taste just as sweet as I imagined,” he mumbles against me.
I continue kissing him back, getting lost in the lust of Vincenzo DiMaggio while our tongues glide against one another over and over.
“I’ve fucking imagined this so many damn times, and hated myself every minute of it, knowing the person you are,” he mumbles again, and that drags me out of the moment, reminding me of the asshole who has me pinned to this bed.
His grip loosens around my wrists, giving me the chance to break free from his hold and push his chest so I’m rolling us and putting him onto his back.
Vincenzo’s eyes widen, but when I give him a sly smile and run my hand down the front of his shirt, the smirk comes back on this cocky son-of-a-bitch’s face.
